I lost my wallet last week. On Saturday, I had dinner with friends and we decided to go to one of those random Roma psychics on 9th Avenue—the type where you have to go upstairs into an apartment or stay down in a hallway. The elegance. Just call me Jackie Kennedy, y’all. She read my jaw, which was fascinating and weird. (In case you were wondering, I’m going to live a long life and be wealthy, quelle suprise, and I’m blocking love.) Anywho, after that, we had to walk through the dreaded Times Square and the naif of the group decided that we should totally go to one of those comedy shows that are hawked by random dudes in the street. Where did I lose my wallet, you ask? In Fabrics for Less a few days later, obviously. If I were to put my money on where I’d get robbed, I would probably go with Times Square at two in the morning because. . .ick.
I’m telling you this story for a reason, I promise. Originally, I’d backtracked to Fabrics for Less and we couldn’t find my wallet. Sam the owner let me use the store phone to call my mom and offered to give me money to get food and to get home. Seriously. Then, when he found my wallet, he redialed my mama to let her know. This is not a few days after he trusted me to take my fabric to his other store (Chic) to pay when the card reader at FfL was being wonky. I’m still warm and fuzzy. The Garment District, it’s basically Mayberry.
I have a couple of finished makes, but I figured maybe we could workshop some muslins today. Also, you will see my face. Let me warn you, this is the week I get my unibrow and ‘stache threaded and when I’m slated to get a haircut. Read: I look like a creature from the great wild beyond. Don’t ever say I don’t keep it real, reader. Let’s start with the Colette Chantilly.
This is how my face looks when I take photographs. This is also why we have so few photographs on the blog. Anyway, there are some problems here. I’m thinking I need to reduce the width on the back bodice piece, size down the yoke one or two sizes and really work on the gathering. While I am admittedly stacked, my bust doesn’t usually brush my chin when I walk. I suppose the gathers will be reined in when I size things down.
If my cats were a little less inclined to claw out chunks of my flesh, I would have tried to fit one of them in the bodice as an illustrative measure, because that’s not weird at all. The skirt’s just a plain old six-piece gathered number, so no need for a full shot.
Next! Simplicity 1873. Oy. So, I was in Washington when I put this guy together. I whipped it up on the rental Bernina and used a random printed cotton. I’m going to warn you, I look like a cracked Disney princess in it. I blame the print. And the sleeves.
I have to take my usual touch out of the sides. I didn’t line it, so the neckline will be a full 5/8″ deeper on the real deal, so that’s not a problem. The back is fine, we needn’t discuss it. Do we think the sleeves will read a touch less twee if I make this is a solid color?
Oh, also, please meet Pada the bronze elephant. We have her in case people don’t think we’re Indian enough or something like that. I’m not sure. It’s weird. Do you have a bronze elephant? Oh, and Basil is trying to stalk my ankles, as you do.
Sarai at Colette Patterns gave a photography tip (or was it a commenter tip) that you should chat while being photographed in order to seem natural. Here’s how that panned out for me:
We were talking about Aretha Franklin’s short-lived marriage. I believe I was saying something alone the lines of, “Oh, honey child, no.”
On that note, my face and I will see you later! Please do let me know if you prefer the Trixie pictures. We had an aunt over, and when she saw me posing and preening she made a face and said, “Can’t you just use a dressform?” I do love encouragement, y’all.